“W-what?”
Steele couldn’t help the stutter as he looked at the delicate little woman in his arms, hardly believing what she’d said. He ran it back through his mind again just to be sure. Yes, she had said what he’d thought she had.
“I can’t.”
Her chin lifted stubbornly. “What? What’s wrong with my blood? Isn’t it good enough?”
Oh god, she was going to be the death of him. Could he die again? He didn’t know, but if he could, Max was definitely going to be the cause.
“I’m a monster, Max,” he said softly, savoring the feel of her in his arms. Even wet through and freezing, she was still gorgeous. He was having to fight to ensure his body didn’t react to her, something that was nigh on impossible with his heart beating. Heart beat meant blood flow. Blood flow meant a certain specific part
